Archer's heart stopped for a second, and his training kicked in. He was ready for anything. He knew he had to survive. He had to survive to see Zachary behind bars at all costs. He pointed his gun and turned. He was ready to pull the trigger, but he was taken aback when he saw his own reflection in the mirror. He was about to shoot when he saw his own handsome face.
"Jesus!!" he shouted loudly and lowered his gun. He was ready to fire at his own mirror, and now his heart was beating fast. He took a minute to calm himself down. He then looked at the mirror and talked to himself, "okay, we are sure that we heard something, right? Let's recall what happened after that and during that. We sat on the couch and were thinking about Journee. And we… shit… we threw our shirt on the floor."
